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"Go on, Marion, an' sing phat ye loike. It's loike a burrd ye are, an' Oi loikes t' hear ye. An' Patsy, too, eh?" He took the little cripple up in his arms very gently and held him for some minutes. "You're a big man, dad, aint ye?" said Patsy, putting his puny arm round his father's hairy neck. "An' ye can lick the hull town, can't ye?"

"Phat was Oi doin'? Sure Oi was washin' the dishes, cl'anin' the silverware, peelin' the praties, shellin' the beans, cleanin' the lamps, fixin' the " "Ahem! You mean you were doing the housework, eh?" "Yis, sur." "While you were in the house, did you leave the kitchen?" "Only to go to the ciller fer a scuttle o' coal."

"Lave that to me!" Mike assured him. "Don't forget that it's a duces tecum," admonished the clerk as Mike passed out of the door. "Not on yer life!" replied the newly appointed deputy. Outside, he found a fellow deputy, also newly appointed. "Pat," said Mike, holding out the subpoena, "phat is the meanin' o' thim two wurrds?" His friend carefully examined the paper.

"Who wuz tellin' ye that, Patsy?" asked his father, with a smile. "I heard ye meself last week when the big row was on." "Ye did, be dad! Thin Oi'm thinkin' ye do be hearin' too much." "But ye can, dad, can't ye?" persisted the boy. "Well, Oi'll stick to phat Oi said, anyway, Patsy boy," replied his father.

The announcement stunned the Wild Man. Castellani himself had a hard mental struggle to realize the situation, and then, with his accustomed equanimity and his old-time air of authority, he said: "Well, phat is oll the row aboot, annyhow? D'ye want to shpile th' mon's thrick, Misther Bat?

"Phat did ye lave her fur?" questioned the perplexed life-guard for Paul had noted at once that he was in a life-saving station. "Well, just to come ashore," said Paul. "An' d'ye mane to say that ye came ashure in this gale?" "I do." "How many came ashure wid ye?" "No one." "Phere's ye're ship now?" "God knows, I don't."

The docther ought to tell that sure an' he has the eddication, an' Oi haven't." "There were no marks of violence?" "Phat?" "The victims had not been struck down?" "Oi dunno as to that, sur better axed the docther." "Hum!" Coroner Busby mused for a moment. "How long have you lived with the Langmore family?" "Iver since Mr. Langmore married his sicond woife." "How many of the family lived at home?"

Dye'r moind that, noo, yer honor!" "He'd no business to call her Juanita," angrily exclaimed Hal. "Phat would I call her, thin?" asked Patsey. "Call her by her proper name, the Senorita Ortiz," said Hal, with much dignity. "And phat, would I be givin' her that jaw-crackin' name fur, when her name's Juanita?"

"Sure, I didn't know yez had that room," she said. "Did you see the two men who had this room?" demanded the youth. "I did not." "They robbed me and ran away." "Saints preserve us! Robbed ye? Of phat?" "Of everything I had. Sure you didn't see 'em?" "Not since this marnin'." "Well, they must have just gone out," said Dick, and ran down the stairs and to the office.

Mechanically the waking man took his place by Burke's side and began pumping, Lucien lying limp between them. Kelly, they reasoned, must have been dead some time, by the way he was pillowed. When Shea was reasonably sure that he was alive, he looked at his mate. "Phat way ar're ye feelin'?" asked Burke. "Purty good fur a corpse. How's yourself?" "Oh, so-so!" "Th' Lord is good to the Irish."

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